“Now, there’s a certain thing
That I learned from Jim
That he’d always make sure I’d understand
And that is that there’s a certain way
That a man must swim …”

(Bob Dylan in Open the door, Homer)
Liège (B)

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“My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary.
My thoughts still cling to the mould’ring Past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.”

(H.W. Longfellow in The rainy day)
Liège (B)

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“Now, he sang in stairwells: great acoustics!
Arias, pop songs, show tunes…Nobody
ever saw him. He was always
A flight below, or above, But his voice
throbbed through the entire
stair vestibule of a building—
stirring, thick, authentic.
Closing your eyes, you could easily
imagine yourself at Carnegie Hall.”

(M. Reif in The Stairwell Crooner)
Eindhoven (NL)

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“Over these things I could not see;
These were the things that bounded me;
And I could touch them with my hand,
Almost, I thought, from where I stand.
And all at once things seemed so small
My breath came short, and scarce at all.”

(E. St. Vincent Millay in Renascence)
Brussel (B)

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